How time makes you forget as in I had forgotten how much “fun” (translation – “work”) it is to go for a walk when as little as 6 inches of snow exists on the path.
Yesterday evening, we bundled up (i.e., big coats, boots, hats, gloves), dug out Squirt’s snow booties and headed to Powerline pass. We found a few cross country skiers, fewer hikers, and one redneck spinning in circles (in his truck) around the snow covered parking lot. (We parked on the other side of the lot with several cars between us.)
Once we got Squirt’s boots on (a two person job unless there is an emergency and only one is available), we headed off down the path. It was so quiet, peaceful and incredibly pretty. The pine branches drooping with fresh, new snow and most of the leaves gone off of the other trees along with the tall grasses dying off. This means there is scenery when walking along the initial path now. Denali and Foreaker were in prime viewing mode with just a hint of pink on their faces from the sunset.
Squirt had a ball. He was in sled dog mode, running full tilt to the end of his leash, attempting to pull me over, then turning around with a look on his face saying, “what’s the problem – why are you going so slow?” He loves the cooler weather and hopping around in the white stuff. Upon returning to the car, he had a belly and face full of snow balls. He slept rather soundly last night.
We saw no animals other than a magpie and a couple of dogs. Moose and sheep were well tucked away. OK – I have no idea if the sheep were out or not – white sheep – white snow – I won’t see them again until next summer.
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